A couple of days ago I had a major computer crash-the worst one in the history of the world? well maybe not but it sure seems that way when it happens to you. Hubby says my D drive seems ok and he is copying it and backing it up, etc., but my C drive-well, let's all observe a moment of silence for it.
Looks like I have lost my C drive documents folder and outlook folder-these are the folders, files, etc with my poetry, future books etc.
Not that this is a big loss to the world of poetry, (not everyone is as fond of my verses as I am) but I enjoy writing it and being able to share.
Several times in the last few days someone would ask for a verse of some sort and I would forget and start to my PC when I realized hubby was working on it and the things might be gone forever. A couple of times I did a Google search with my name and the name of the poem and up would pop one of my verses-on anyplace from MSN sites, to Scrapjazz and Peas!
So, the things we share have a way of living on after us. Just as in our regular life-The things we hoard and hold close to ourselves are the things we lose!
Same with the backgrounds, etc., that I had created and shared-they are out there with other folks. If I hadn't shared these things, they would be in computerland's black hole lost forever.
Do you find that you scrapped more pages when you had an Iris cart that you wheeled from the closet to your favorite chair, or when you had to pull out a shoebox of supplies to work on the dinning room table?
Do you have too many supplies and not enough time? Or enough time but not enough space?
As I get older and revisit fond memories, I am so aware of the photos I don't have for the events and people that I remember so well. Of course it would be lovely to have them but we live in a generation where photos are almost too easy to capture. Sometimes we spend time with the camera to our eye instead of grasping the moment to our heart.